She found herself to be quite worried that something would jump out at her, so she began to whistle. She thought it might make it harder for things to jump out at her, if she was whistling.

I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.

Make glorious and fantastic mistakes.

So, you figure they won't notice you're back?" sneered the marquis. "Just, 'oh look, there's another angel, here, grab a harp and on with the hosannas'?

Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside.

There aren't any good guys, and there aren't any bad guys. There's just us. People. Doing our best to get by.

You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.